‘Eh, why you home? You sick?’ Immediately she moved for him, hand outright to feel for a fever. Dylan sidestepped quickly, avoiding the old lady�...s hand. ‘I’m fine, Jasmine, just home for the day.’ ‘Eh, I see.’ She said. ‘Sit, sit. I’ll make you breakfast, no?’ Like a child Dylan sat at the large table while Jasmine retrieved the daily paper and brought him coffee. ‘I make you eggs.’ While Dylan waited for breakfast, he flipped through the paper, his mind trained to go directly to the stock. We have a little matter of surrender and your submission," he said, as he continued playing in her drooling pussy. "I told you that I was going to make you my fuck slut... my whore. And I want to make sure that has been taken care of." Yes, Billy - Yes Sir, I am your fuck slut, your whore! Please!" she whined again."So you belong to me and me alone?" he asked."Yes!" she said quickly."And you will obey my every command without question or argument?" he asked again."Yes, yes, please!" she said. The first woman up was a veteran waitress and she set the pace with a slow bump and grind routine in which she stroked her breasts and played with her nipples before unzipping her skirt and dancing around in her wet t-shirt and pantyhose before pulling off her shirt and swinging it around her head to toss it into the cheering crowd. Several of her regulars rushed forward to leave large tips in the bucket. Jimmy counted the money and put the total next to her name on the chalkboard near the. I gave in to the temptation to hold out one of her Garibaldi biscuits towards it, and asked, 'Does it eat squashed flies?'Patting the sides of the headdress she said, 'Isis, help me. Protect me from these heretics.'On the way back to the bookshop Jeremy said, 'She's not so bad you know. Heart's in the right place. Half a day for a little while, Ben, to help her get started. We could take turns.''Wonder what her Egyptology meetings are like. Probably people sitting around a table, pretending to.